Your Ghost

Your Ghost

Your shadow follows me

Hiding in corners

Fingers in my mouth

Whispers through my hair

I threw the dirt on you

I wasn’t ready

I wasn’t ready to

Bury you

But the casket dropped

And your body went along with it

It smells like cinders around here now

Moth balls and regret

The chair you sat on

Molded and eroding

Your last outfit stained on the bed

I tried to eat your memory away

Wash my face of it

But the taste is still there

Stuck in my throat

The things I never got to say

“Heart of Gold” is still on my radio

Your ghost is still here

Lingering

Wishing for me to let go

But my hands are weak

Please assist me

Assist me through the black

That seems to confuse my eyes

I don’t know when you’ll leave

Your fingerprints are filed

In my drawers

Your hair in my locket

All your medals still hang

I should burn it all

But the weight is too great

Sometimes I wish that numbness was

Something I could prescribe to

That blindness was something I had

That way when your ghost would appear

I wouldn’t feel so damn

dead